Born in one country, reared in another,
I call two women my mother.
How to be the real me---
Somewhere between is my identity.
Yellow on the outside, white on the inside,
Putting them together fills me with pride.
Chinese genes and American jeans---
Somewhere between lies my identity.
Two countries, two flags, both with stars,
More than one child, one country bars.
One is communist, while the other is free---
Somewhere between lives my identity.
Both are my home, one near and one far
In the language of both I am up to par.
With feet firmly planted one in each---
Somewhere between, rests my identity.
I call two women my mother.
How to be the real me---
Somewhere between is my identity.
Yellow on the outside, white on the inside,
Putting them together fills me with pride.
Chinese genes and American jeans---
Somewhere between lies my identity.
Two countries, two flags, both with stars,
More than one child, one country bars.
One is communist, while the other is free---
Somewhere between lives my identity.
Both are my home, one near and one far
In the language of both I am up to par.
With feet firmly planted one in each---
Somewhere between, rests my identity.
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